Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Nope that belongs to Tolkien.
Well, let me just start out by saying that this is my first serious fic. Now I usually don't write these for a couple reasons. For one, I always thought most of them to be . . . (I won't finish that for fear of being attacked) but I found some of them that are really well written and I got hooked. (Mine I fear, may not be as good, but then again I'm always so critical of my own work) And secondly, well actually, it's just what I said. I really don't think it's the best thing I've ever written, and it sure doesn't come close to Tolkien! (Not much does) But, I really enjoy writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. And keep in mind that some parts may not be technically correct (About 90% of the plot particularly) but I don't really focus too much on outer details, it's more of a character thing. Ok, I'll stop rambling now (I only do that when I'm nervous!). Read on and Enjoy!!
Chapter 1: Friends
In the silence that inhabited the glen, the single sound of an arrow was heard as it hit its appointed target. A second shot was heard as it missed its target and hit a tree a ways off. The glen that was silent now filled with the sound of frustrated, elvish curses. The owner of the arrows, and consequently, the voice, strode to retrieve her arrows. The second happened to be just out of reach and she swiftly leapt up on the branch above the arrow. Landing noiselessly on the ground she found herself face to face with a familiar figure.
"You are losing your touch." Came the retort.
"Are you insinuating that I ever had a touch to lose?" She sighed, wondering if he meant her archery or her usually keen senses.
"You are far too hard on yourself."
"I? I do not believe I was the one who started this conversation, your Highness." She smiled, watching him flinch at the title. "Really, Legolas, I do not think it is right for a person of your status to belittle their subjects."
"You mistake me for someone who wishes to live the life of someone of higher status." Legolas countered.
"Ah, yes. I remember now." She laughed, enveloping him in a hug.
"How fare you today, Iliana?" He said as they parted.
"Better than my archery, I can safely say." Realizing that she still held the two arrows in her hand and placing them in the quiver she held on her back.
"That is a great relief." He smiled, his eyes shining. In the distance his keen Elven ears picked up the sound of horns. "Well then, let us see if all your talents have faded since it seems as if your sense of perception is not as it should be today."
With that he took off into through the trees faster than even Elven eyes could follow. Iliana stood in the glen for a split second, trying to comprehend what had happened. She smiled at his challenge and, pushing the few strands of golden hair that had fallen into her face, she ran from the glen. Flying wildly, but gracefully through the trees she could make out the Elven prince weaving in and out of the trees in front of her. She suddenly came to a halt when she saw him stop, tilting his head as if to hear the movement of the ground beneath her feet. Her eyes twinkling, she leapt up into the trees again and flitted from branch to branch, not making a sound. Stopping right above Legolas' head she gazed down on him in amusement. His head was still to one side and he showed no sign that he knew she was near.
Iliana leaned back upon the strong tree and giggled. Stiffening at the sound of her own voice she groaned inside and mentally scolded herself. Glancing down on the elf below her again, she found that he was no longer there. She groaned audibly this time, as she knew she had been discovered. Then something inside her cried out. Whirling around just in time to dodge the blow that was aimed her way, she leapt up to a branch higher up. She heard laughing below her and felt her anger rising. Silently moving to the branch next to her, she dropped down onto Legolas' shoulders.
"It was a valiant effort, I will give you that." He chuckled, not in the least surprised to find Iliana perched on his shoulders.
"I suppose I will never catch you off guard." She said carelessly, her mind plotting her next move.
"I fear not." He smirked. "But do not give up hope. Perhaps someday-"
His voice stopped short as he felt himself being lifted up by the shoulders and swung high up onto a branch above. Iliana, taking advantage of the situation, had casually looped her legs under Legolas' arms and took hold of the branch directly above her. Using all her strength, she jolted back and swung forward, launching Legolas onto the branch above. In an effort to regain his grace, he was able to maintain his balance even though his pride was somewhat dashed.
"I think today is going to be a glorious day." Iliana laughed, her voice resembling bells twinkling.
(A/N: Ok, what did you think? This first chapter is really only a set-up for what's to come. For those Legolas fans out there {Don't worry, I am too} I hate to say that he's only going to be in the first few chapters. {He might make an appearance later on though} This story is for my other golden boy, Glorfindel! All right, thanks for reading! Review please!)
Well, let me just start out by saying that this is my first serious fic. Now I usually don't write these for a couple reasons. For one, I always thought most of them to be . . . (I won't finish that for fear of being attacked) but I found some of them that are really well written and I got hooked. (Mine I fear, may not be as good, but then again I'm always so critical of my own work) And secondly, well actually, it's just what I said. I really don't think it's the best thing I've ever written, and it sure doesn't come close to Tolkien! (Not much does) But, I really enjoy writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. And keep in mind that some parts may not be technically correct (About 90% of the plot particularly) but I don't really focus too much on outer details, it's more of a character thing. Ok, I'll stop rambling now (I only do that when I'm nervous!). Read on and Enjoy!!
Chapter 1: Friends
In the silence that inhabited the glen, the single sound of an arrow was heard as it hit its appointed target. A second shot was heard as it missed its target and hit a tree a ways off. The glen that was silent now filled with the sound of frustrated, elvish curses. The owner of the arrows, and consequently, the voice, strode to retrieve her arrows. The second happened to be just out of reach and she swiftly leapt up on the branch above the arrow. Landing noiselessly on the ground she found herself face to face with a familiar figure.
"You are losing your touch." Came the retort.
"Are you insinuating that I ever had a touch to lose?" She sighed, wondering if he meant her archery or her usually keen senses.
"You are far too hard on yourself."
"I? I do not believe I was the one who started this conversation, your Highness." She smiled, watching him flinch at the title. "Really, Legolas, I do not think it is right for a person of your status to belittle their subjects."
"You mistake me for someone who wishes to live the life of someone of higher status." Legolas countered.
"Ah, yes. I remember now." She laughed, enveloping him in a hug.
"How fare you today, Iliana?" He said as they parted.
"Better than my archery, I can safely say." Realizing that she still held the two arrows in her hand and placing them in the quiver she held on her back.
"That is a great relief." He smiled, his eyes shining. In the distance his keen Elven ears picked up the sound of horns. "Well then, let us see if all your talents have faded since it seems as if your sense of perception is not as it should be today."
With that he took off into through the trees faster than even Elven eyes could follow. Iliana stood in the glen for a split second, trying to comprehend what had happened. She smiled at his challenge and, pushing the few strands of golden hair that had fallen into her face, she ran from the glen. Flying wildly, but gracefully through the trees she could make out the Elven prince weaving in and out of the trees in front of her. She suddenly came to a halt when she saw him stop, tilting his head as if to hear the movement of the ground beneath her feet. Her eyes twinkling, she leapt up into the trees again and flitted from branch to branch, not making a sound. Stopping right above Legolas' head she gazed down on him in amusement. His head was still to one side and he showed no sign that he knew she was near.
Iliana leaned back upon the strong tree and giggled. Stiffening at the sound of her own voice she groaned inside and mentally scolded herself. Glancing down on the elf below her again, she found that he was no longer there. She groaned audibly this time, as she knew she had been discovered. Then something inside her cried out. Whirling around just in time to dodge the blow that was aimed her way, she leapt up to a branch higher up. She heard laughing below her and felt her anger rising. Silently moving to the branch next to her, she dropped down onto Legolas' shoulders.
"It was a valiant effort, I will give you that." He chuckled, not in the least surprised to find Iliana perched on his shoulders.
"I suppose I will never catch you off guard." She said carelessly, her mind plotting her next move.
"I fear not." He smirked. "But do not give up hope. Perhaps someday-"
His voice stopped short as he felt himself being lifted up by the shoulders and swung high up onto a branch above. Iliana, taking advantage of the situation, had casually looped her legs under Legolas' arms and took hold of the branch directly above her. Using all her strength, she jolted back and swung forward, launching Legolas onto the branch above. In an effort to regain his grace, he was able to maintain his balance even though his pride was somewhat dashed.
"I think today is going to be a glorious day." Iliana laughed, her voice resembling bells twinkling.
(A/N: Ok, what did you think? This first chapter is really only a set-up for what's to come. For those Legolas fans out there {Don't worry, I am too} I hate to say that he's only going to be in the first few chapters. {He might make an appearance later on though} This story is for my other golden boy, Glorfindel! All right, thanks for reading! Review please!)